sunfright | sunday.

Today has been dreary. It has also been very warm (by Danish standards, 20 degrees Celcius mid-May is pretty hot) which may have added to the dreariness. I deal very poorly with heat - and air conditioning is not something most houses have here, so I have slept a lot and stayed inside in the cool shadows.

I have really felt the come-down today, from finishing The Year of the Wolf yesterday. I have been filled with interchangable feelings of pride, accomplishment, eagerness to start editing and complete and utter depression, all in one big blend.

On one hand, I've felt a drive towards immediately starting something new (and I have a project - cw for Christian and religious themes - on the backburner that I hope to start working on more seriously once I've sent this fic off to my beta) and on the other hand, I feel like... this may sound stupid, but this fic feels like my child and I'm not ready for the umbilical chord to be cut yet, does that make sense? I want to hold this fic in my arms and nurse it, that's pretty much what it feels like. And I say that without ever having given birth.

My gf can't guarantee when during the next week she will be able to print the whole thing, which - fair - it's 340 pages long, so I'll be starting my reread in Word tomorrow and see for how long I can stand that. I'm really bad at reading stuff on a screen, especially long things. Just doesn't work for me, but I'll give it a try, I just really want to keep my toes dipped in this piece, that's basically it.

I reread my own English translation of Omina, the poetry collection that inspired this fic, earlier today and I am continuously mesmerized by it, but it also gave me the chance of correcting some continuity issues and details that I'd kind of just ignored while writing, thinking I could catch it in the editing process.

Well, apparently the editing process has begun.

No better way to spend Mother's Day which is always a bummer in this household, so.

If anyone has any tips on how to survive the writing postpartum process, I'm all ears. Right now I'm definitely struggling a little.

sunday.

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